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This heatwave is killing me. I could have stayed in Manila, go to Starbucks Pedro Gil and spend the rest of the day doing my requirements in almost sub-zero temperatures, but I went home for the Paschal Triduum. My parents may not be home when I got home this morning, Dad's at work while Mom's on her much-needed vacation, but being here is enough to elicit memories being with them. 

For those familiar with the symbol of the circled dot, especially in the context of Scouting, the symbol means "I have gone home" and has been immortalized in the headstone of Sir Baden-Powell in his grave in Kenya. This got me into thinking while I was walking mindlessly around the campus this morning when I was, ironically, locked out from my second home in Manila, our apartment unit. He may have thought of it since the circled dot has been used by the pagans to symbolize the Sol Invictus and being in the Sun - or within the Solar System - Baden-Powell feels being at home. Or I might be over-thinking things, yes?

The past few days having been 'ceremoniously' done with community duty and left without our foster homes, I feel empty. I have been on my own and I'm liking the solitude. As if my inner self has been longing for this serenity for the longest time. And it got me into thinking why I never pursued this state of tranquility and my reflection stared back at me: I needed and will always need people to show me the great things in life as much as I need time for myself to appreciate these great things. A life of balance is what I need and what I have gotten aware of. 

The heat is seriously melting my brain circuits and I definitely need these neurons to work on my final revisions of family papers, community reports and that never-ending research. Although it's really not much of a work. It's torture, I tell you! Torture! Now I have to keep myself sane enough to get me through all this. May this Holy Days provide me enough time to reflect (and to work) on these things that need to be done.